I want no rescue from your loving gentle arms
I’m captivated and enraptured in these streams
My mind’s too feeble to sustain unholy charms
My throat is full of glass, of silent screams
With lips forever sealed to keep the secret safe
I’ll gladly lick my wounds that meant to chafe
I want no rescue from your loving gentle arms
© Copyright: Аруна Нера Геллер-Шумилова, 2018
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